BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 49 - Make a Rousey

"Mrs Colored back to the original suit, sir," joked Bik Sani when he saw Khadijah's behavior.

Khoirul said, "It's better this way, isn't it, Bik? Than yesterday when he was moody he wouldn't eat."

Bik Sani. The change in Khadijah's attitude made everyone feel at ease. Exactly the parable, the atmosphere of the house depends on the mood of the wife.

"Yes, Sir. Hopefully by moving to a new place, things get better. It would be even more beautiful if the Madam was soon given more trust. So that the Madam is more cheerful," said Bik Sani sincerely.

Khoirul said in his heart. He hopes the same but God determines. Their journey has been almost a quarter of the way. How they try to survive.

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"Mas, have you got a new workplace?" ask Khadijah while swallowing a fried banana made by Bik Sani.

Khoirul who landed his head on his wife's lap opened his mouth, wanting the piece of fried banana. "You dong, honey."

Khadijah inserting one of the smallest pieces made Khoirul frown.

"Small little, honey?" khoirul Protest.

"Later again, Mommy. The question has not been answered, Mom. Do you know where to teach?"

Khoirul nodded on his side, "Of course. The most prestigious public university. I'm getting a pretty big paycheck, honey. Moreover, the time to teach him is not as solid as yesterday. Don't forget your thesis, honey. Don't let this year pass you're still like this."

Hearing that one pearl word, made Khadijah scowl. He took over the plate containing the fried banana and ate the only piece into his mouth. Seeing that, Khoirul grimaced softly. He was not angry, instead he laughed loudly.

"There's a lot in the kitchen, right?" ask Khoirul.

"Remain," Khadijah murmured. She moved her legs as if reluctant to hold her husband's head, "can you please stand up, Mas? I'm tired."

"Duh, who is craving because of the thesis," joked Khoirul. He got up while hugging his wife. "Calm down, I'll help you. Just a little, right?"

"Do you know how to still ask, Mom?"

"Duh, how do you speak so? The same husband himself, this loh," said sweet Khoirul.

Khadijah widened his lip line by force. "Sorry, Mom."

"I promise to help you. Relax!"

"Promise to get away until the hearing, huh, Mas?" kanda Khadijah's.

Khoirul pinched his wife's nose, "That's called nepotism. Can't."

"Oh, Mas married me also because of nepotism. If not, we could get married. How do we know each other anyway?"

"You forgot? We've met many times, Sacked."

"Yes if that's what I know, Mas. In class, right?" guess Khadijah.

"No. Outside the class. You and I used to cross paths and even collided a few times, but it's been a long time. You may not remember."

Khadijah does not remember ever colliding with Khoirul. Perhaps all he remembered was Khoirul's cruelty in providing value. Usually, students are so her memory.

"I'm sad if you don't remember at all" muttered Khoirul, pretending to sulk.

"The past doesn't matter, Mom. Isn't it now the same as you?" elak Khadija's. Than Khoirul sulking.

"Redirecting the conversation" Khoirul said.

"You could say so, Mas" chirped Khadijah.

Their conversation stopped because Khadijah complained of drowsiness. They return to the contest, making sweet memories from the beginning back. Whether it is from Khadijah or Khoirul, it makes no difference.

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At 23.59 ...

"Mas, get up for a second try," pinta Khadijah.

Khadijah is eager to show the results of his search. She searched all the sources on the internet on how to get pregnant in a short time. It turns out that behind his attitude back to the factory suit, Khadija has ambitions to quickly have children.

"Busy, Mom. Open your eyes first, Mom! Look at this!" kadhijah. His body was fully facing Khoirul so he could show the screen of his phone.

Khoirul sharpened his eyesight because the ants in his eyes were still clustered in his eye area. He finished the bold and italic printed sentence and muttered, "You sure you want to do this?"

"Yakin, Mas" answered Khadijah quickly.

"I'm not sure. Can you take herbal medicine like that? There you nausea, Succeeded. Better to see a doctor" Khoirul said.

"Mas, going to the doctor is common. If I drink herbs, I can share with others how I succeed." Khadijah had imagined the non-existent. Really the definition makes the difficulty contrived.

For Khoirul, whatever Khadija wishes he can grant as long as it does not exceed the limits of his ability.

The man nodded slowly while smiling wryly, "As far as you are, dear. Whatever it is that matters is still in logic."

"Thank you, Mom. I promise I will fight to do my best" Khadijah said. She was relieved that her husband's permission had come down.

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That determination lasted only two days. After that, Khadijah refused to mix or swallow the liquid. Khoirul who can guess only joked.

"What did I say? Who knows you're your own husband, honey," Khoirul said. His subtle ridicule made Khadijah mumble all day.

"Just try it, Mom. Nor will I bear the smell" Khadija murmured. Though he had made a tutorial video concocting herbal medicine but instead he vomited when the liquid went into his throat.

"Where try? I can't throw up like you" Khoirul said proudly.

"Just wait, Mom!" challenge Khadijah. He walked into the kitchen, concocting the herbs that he drank these two daily. With a smile full of ridicule he brought one glass of yellowish liquid to Khoirul, "nih, Mas!"

"Is this what you mean it doesn't smell good?"

"Don't big mouth, Mas. Try a new comment!"

Khoirul swallowed it in one breath without pause. The man could not hide his ridicule, "This is what you mean it smells bad?"

The sentence of the question is like dejavu. Khadija squinted his eyes. Wonder why her husband did not feel the bitterness in that sense. He alone could not hold back.

"Mas sure this is normal? Lest his tongue be numb" said Khadijah.

"Just boy. What you mean is not delicious maybe. If lime is the same as tomatoes I doyan once, Sejah. Try to drink two combinations that must be delicious," said Khoirul.

"really?" ask Khadijah. He had never tried it and intended to do it a few more days.

"Yes. Try a new comment first," said Khoirul.

Then the blow landed on Khoirul's shoulder making himself hiss.

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The days that Khadijah and Khoirul went through there was nothing special, except the behavior of Khadijah which was sometimes beyond reason. Doesn't matter. As much as Khadijah rants about the privilege of a child just learning to walk or the cuteness of a newborn child, Khoirul can still respond with a smile.

Surprisingly, Khoirul felt there was less if Khadijah did not babble for a day. Then the man will make attention to Khadijah want to nag at length.

"You're this, Mom, if I nag you're busy nagging too. If I don't grumble, you make a move. Why is the towel on the couch? Not just on the porch of the house," grumbled Khadijah.

Then her husband laughed loudly. Glad in the heart.

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Once upon a time ...

"Mas, this is why is Miss Miranti here? Did you meet him again?"

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